Brimstone was cast into fathomless edge as a lantern flickers
down, fading out.
Lightning strikes at godless trees. Violent wind plucks
eyeless wings.
We watch our skin bristling darkness, caking our eyes
yellow-red, cunning with stubbon will
as our fervent beliefs.
(Hero.)
(Fallen
angel.)
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson. Kindly join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word STONE. Thanks for visiting.
